karmically speaking, that is!

 

i had just moved to l.a. in 1993, when the newspapers were full of the murder of nicole brown and ron goldman. it was obvious to me and it seemed just about the whole world, exactly who was responsible, but we all know, if it doesn’t fit, you must acquit! 

right! 

the poems and the song lyrics below were my response at the time.

The Grim Reaper
6.12.94

The reaper’s been harvesting far too liberally around here –  it’s grim.    Love your loved ones well – tell them you do,  because when the old have to go, we know their time has come, but when a terrified woman  dies in our keep, it leaves far too many people weeping.        And what about the young? In the midst of life  someone’s son, senselessly, is dying. He should be having fun – one with the sun still at noon, his sudden eclipse – it’s too soon. And what of the ones left behind, empty and staring? Wasn’t it glaringly obvious? Oh gentle seeker,  why did your quest for wholeness lead to a slit through which to slip your soul? Did your crystal ball reveal the inexorable? Did you steal a glance at the one who led that devastating dance to the exit sign and then fled? You knew how that terrible tango would end, you screamed for help, yet no one came to your defense. Celebrity cut short your stay in this sycophantic land of the football hero. A tyrannical touch-down  revoked your visa  and as your lives leaked down to zero, the crowds cheered and cheered. Here in this land of the slave and the fee, where the guilty buy innocence, I see that freedom is battered  while the light sputters vainly on that statue called Liberty. To the ones who care, incredulous questions remain: the raging refrain of, “Why? Why? Why?” I hope you’ve grown wings. I hope your soul is flying. Here it’s all over, bar the crying…

 

 

 

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oj.-love- (it’s all because i love you )

push here shove there happy birthday darling         pinch here punch there happy anniversary  can’t you see it’s all your fault that i’m in so much pain maybe that’s why my fingerprints are all over you again it’s all because i love you baby now see what you made me do it’s all because i love you baby my way to get through to you push here shove there happy birthday darling pinch here punch there happy anniversary don’t flinch when i raise my hand to you don’t be so remote i’ll make you smile from ear to ear not with your mouth but your throat but it’s all because i love you baby now see what you made me do it’s all because i love you baby my way to get through to you you come here now you do as i say you’re just like you’re fucking mother you sitdownshutupdo as i say oh darling let’s make love push here  shove there happy birthday darling pinch here punch there happy anniversary oh happy anniversary  so why aren’t you happy…..

 

but as they say,”what goes around, comes around.” and payback, she’s a bitch!